by Amy Field
Sometimes at night, they would tell their children of the stories of their past. The children would look at them with disbelief at their tales of photon canons and sentry droids. Of course, they kept the worst of the details away from them; there was no point filling their heads with the evils of this other time. In fact, as time went on, neither Vanda nor O could scarcely believe the world that they had once lived in, especially when they looked upon the joyful faces of their brood.
They would grow old together in this kingdom; their souls were inseparably fused together for all eternity; traveling through each new dimension as one symbiotic being; living the glory of this life over and over again, throughout all time, their love never waning; the light of their combined soul never going out.
Vanda didn’t need his visions any longer; he was living in one.
THE END